Fireflies

The surrounding night wraps itself around my sleeping senses, and awakens them. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stare out the window into the deep velvety darkness. In the other room my sister sleeps — Sleeping the sleep of a soul preparing for life after death. I notice a small glow out back by the trees, then another, flashing on and off. Fireflies! I watch their waltz in the night, against the dark trees, by the garden, making a halo around the house. My sister’s light still shines. And finally I sleep.